Novel & Cerita A Discovery Of Witches All Souls Trilogy

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.

She was worried about the future of her daughters. “Mommy. Where are we going?” Four years old Sabrina asked. Lilith Michael was the mother of the five powerful dark witches and she was leaving town with all of them. Other witches suggested that they should leave Weston Hills because of some reasons that they were yet to uncover. A woman stormed into the house, it was Dania the woman who helped those witches trap Edmond in the unbinding. “It is done. Edmond is gone.” Dania smiled but Lilith didn't give a fuck.

"The witches burned." The tapestries showed flames now. Women in dark dresses, hands bound, faces raised to the sky. Wolves watching from the shadows. "We abandoned them," Theron said. "To save ourselves." The room was silent. Wolves shifted in their seats, uncomfortable. I couldn't breathe. They didn't just leave us, particular bloodlines wanted our power, wanted what we could control. All these aren't true. They should be told the truth and not the lies. "We turned our backs on our oldest allies. And when the fires died, the witches remembered." Theron's sharp eyes swept the room. "They have not forgotten."

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap: Amara discovered her late mother had hidden a secret: their bloodline is tied to Mami Nta, the River Witch—a being bound by an ancestral pact. In Chapter 3 ("Voices from the Water"), Amara heard whispers and had a vision of the past during a forbidden visit to the river. Something is awakening—and it’s The Pact and the Price The village square was abuzz with drums

The chant began. "Bring the hybrid spirit forth," I ordered. Her Soul was dragged in chains. But her body wasn't summoned it was too strong. I knelt beside her spirit. "You took what was mine. Now, I take all of you." Adolfa soul raised her head. Blood on her lips. Fire in her eyes. "You can try," she whispered. The witches chanted louder. The ground trembled. But something went wrong. The flames turned blue. The sky cracked open.

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

I said and we moved to the pack's meeting hall. I could see them already seated there, I wondered what they heard, I hoped the warriors didn't tell them she was found at the border, they may start an issue calling her a rogue, but she wasn't one. "Good evening Alpha." One of them said, and I nodded. "Good evening." I told them all and they bowed. "Alpha, we've heard of a new discovery and we want to know if it's true." Another said. "Is that why you made me leave my mate whom I've just found for a meeting?" I asked and they gasped in shock,I gave them the confirmation they needed, Aren just smiled, my warriors were also in the meeting they smiled as well.

Hope has been long gone in the eyes of soldiers. This has come too far. When night falls and the light of the moon comes and shines over us, that is the time we are being pushed back and even now we can't do anything. We witches and fairies are sorcerers that take life from the sun, while warlocks and werewolves take them from the moon. Our forces are weakening. Hope has been long gone in the eyes of the soldiers. I can't let this continue on. I can't let my kingdom, my world suffer when I could obviously do something for them. I must do something.

Before she knew it, the days had turned into a week and she was still no closer to breaking his curse. On the morning of the eighth day, she happened upon a book in the library that she found in the very back shelves. It was old and the writing on the spine, so faded, that she couldn't read it so she removed it from the shelf, only to find that the writing on the cover was much the same. Flipping through the pages, she stopped and opened at a particular page showing an illustration of a witch and a werewolf, howling at the moon. She began reading the text, which described curses that had been placed on werewolves over the past centuries. As she stood between the shelves, focusing on the book

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”